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New York's Opera Society 6

by Gianni Truvianni

 

Chapter 6

Getting the Tickets After My first day of School

 

The next day I woke up at 7:00,and followed my usual weekday morning routine which was to force myself out of bed and march my heavy-eyed self into the kitchen to have a cup of coffee which I always took in a large mug with 3 teaspoons of Folgers coffee and 1 teaspoon of sugar and a large amount of milk. This cup of what we might call "American Coffee" was accompanied by my usual weekday breakfast which included two pieces of toast, two hard boiled eggs and a breakfast cereal of some kind. On that particular morning, it being a Monday, I had to be at school early for my class in impressionist music, (this kind of music is really not my favorite but however I did one day hope to sing the lead male role in Camille-Saint Saenz’s "Sampson and Delilah").

I got dressed in what I called my "school uniform" which was a pair of corduroy pants which l wore with a long sleeved shirt and a sweater or a jacket depending on my mood and the weather and lets not forget my black shoes which I only wore to school. After having gone through this daily routine of dressing, shaving, brushing my teeth and hair, and putting on my eau de toilet I left the house with out saying good bye to anybody as l everyone had already gone to where they had to be that morning.

After having practically idled away most of the summer either in backpacking through Europe or in sitting around the family house in the Hamptons, it felt good to be back in the swing of things, to have that feeling of having to be somewhere at a specific time. l remember the joy l felt as I was getting ready for my first class of the school year (even one which was not exactly my favorite). It was good to be back in the thick of it, to once more feel that sense of responsibility that tells us we have to do something.

I had many things on my mind as I was riding the elevator down to the lobby, one of these things being how I was going to go about purchasing the tickets for this Polish opera “Halka”. The answer to this question was to simply go down to “Carnegie Hall” after school and get the tickets with my credit card. Another thing that I was turning over in my mind was how the school year was going to unfold, I wanted so much to do well that l sometimes wondered if I was not putting to much pressure on myself.

The elevator finally made its way to the first floor were I got off and said hello to the doorman, who although not a great opera fan greeted me with a curious friendliness leading to the question "so how was Wagner last night, did you enjoy watching the gods get toasted at the end?" ;to which I replied in an analytical tone of voice "one never gets to see the gods get toasted one just knows it's happening because one has read the synopsis, however the music during that scene is truly amazing". Ralph, the doorman looked at me with a slight grin on his face as he said "ain’t it the truth" to which I replied "see you later Ralph".

After exiting the building I quickly walked to the subway station where I caught the uptown train to my music school, and while waiting for my train on the platform in the middle of the rush hour crowd I got an SMS from Gosia saying "How are you this morning, how was the opera, did you get tickets for Halka, did you see my email I sent you last night, will I see you today". I read her SMS and I could feel the enthusiasm, which she had displayed the day before and I could also see how much she really wanted to attend this performance of this Polish Opera “Halka”. It was hard to say what was the source of her elation, was it that she was going to be seeing the opera “Halka” an opera that she had more then likely seen several times in her own country or was it that she was going to be seeing it performed in New York or was it that she was going to be seeing it with me, I naturally hoped the cause was my 3rd given reason.

I had barely finished reading her SMS for the second time when my train arrived where I managed to squeeze in just in time before it departed. The train was so jammed packed that I was unable to get my hands up in order to reply to her SMS, forcing me to wait till I got to my station to do so. When I arrived at my station I sent her a reply which read "the opera was great, No I have not read your email nor have I bought the tickets, will buy them today and will see you this evening".

I arrived at school with 5 minutes to spare for my first class which was in "Impressionist music" and as I was waiting in the hall for my class to start, one of my fellow classmates (a Japanese exchange student, whose name was Miyamoto), who was also studying to be an opera tenor and who on one occasion had come over to our place for one of the many social gatherings my mother had held, came up to me and asked me how the opera had been, my reply was that it had been truly great as you would expect when ever you team up Levine and Domingo. I could tell by the look on his face, that Miyamoto was as eager to ask me more questions and would have probably asked several more had it not been for the class bell which rang just as l answered his first and last question.

My classes ended at 15:00,after which I immediately took the subway downtown to "Carnegie Hall" which is on the west side of Manhattan.

When I got to “Carnegie Hall” I had no difficulty in purchasing the tickets with my credit card after which I decided to head uptown to Pani Beata's restaurant on foot, where I was hopping to find Gosia in order to hand her, her ticket. It happened while walking uptown that l really took the time (now that I was not in a hurry to get anywhere) to observe how everything had changed during the last few days in the city of New York, now that the fall had started, the streets had become a lot more crowded, with people (most of whom had returned from their summer vacations) who seemed to be always in a rush. The maddening crowd was back to stay at least till next summer and I could certainly feel that New York, the city that never slept was back to being the old vibrating town that I loved so much.

 

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